Houmen maidservant, she doesn't want to be in power

Chapter 257
Wenren Xinchuan saw that things were no longer going to turn around, so he couldn't help closing his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, the previous hesitation had disappeared, "Fire oil and stone tools are ready, and I swear to defend Luocheng to the death!"

It was these words that Qi Mojing was waiting for, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and cast his gaze to a place farther away.

Along with Wan Anshu came not only the Nadal tribe, but also the Wuli tribe.

The only way they can do now is to drag, drag until dark, light the beacon, and lead Li Yanguang to rescue.

And farther away is another move he has laid out...
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Damu wrong royal court.

Yan Zichuan, You Yuan and others gathered the strong warriors in the tribe, put on their armors and horses again, and gathered towards Durle.

Their clothes are all black, like a continuous black ribbon under the dark night light, occasionally the light reflected by the machete disperses, and then tends to be silent.

Shi Jin wanted to go with the army, but was stopped by Yan Zichuan.

He got off his horse and hugged her, his eyes were brighter than ever before, "This battle is a rare opportunity, if it can be accomplished, the many brothers and sisters of Damco will return to the royal court."

Damu had waited too long for this battle, and the aggrieved and anger accumulated in their hearts all year round seemed like a blazing flame, burning away all obstacles.

Those wives, daughters, and brothers who have been reduced to slaves are all lingering under the torture of Durle nobles, how can they sleep peacefully? !
Knowing that this battle is inevitable, Shi Jin handed him the safety talisman he made himself, "I hope you all return safely, and I will also want my relatives in the grassland in the year."

Years of wandering outside, even though I was ignorant at the time, I also want my broken home and relatives to be safe as before.

"Yes," Yan Zichuan said with a flamboyant smile, "Even if you don't believe me, you should believe him."

He stepped on his horse and waved to Shi Jin again, "Let's go!"

After saying that, he stopped looking back and drove towards the place he had dashed past thousands of times in his dreams.

Shi Jin heard the chaotic sound of horseshoes going away, and felt a lot of uneasiness in his heart because of the turmoil.

This battle is dangerous, but I don't know, was Qi Mojing ever injured?

It's just that right now, she can't do anything else, she can only hope that everything will go in the expected direction.
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Kang Shicheng originally planned to integrate all the tribes of the grassland into one and build a complete and powerful Qiangrong Royal Court first, but he didn't expect Anshu to be blinded by hatred, and dispatched cavalry against Luocheng regardless.

Although Duerle has a strong army at present, he still cannot compare with Daye.

Some resentment flashed in his eyes, if he knew that Wan Anshu was so conceited, he should have supported Wan Tianying to the top.

It's just that Wan Tianying is ambitious, and he also knows that this person is not easy to control.

"Cutting off the Beacon Tower, Li Yanguang cannot send troops." No matter how angry he was, Kang Shicheng also knew that he and Wan Anshu had become grasshoppers on the same rope. If Wan Anshu was allowed to defeat, the entire Qiang The Rong grassland will become a piece of loose sand.

As Kang Shicheng's words fell, Jiang Muli instinctively drove to the beacon tower on horseback.

He was terrified in his heart, and his body seemed to be out of control, giving orders to Nadal's soldiers, trying to do things according to Kang Shicheng's orders.

It was at this moment that Jiang Muli discovered that something was wrong with his body.

He turned his head vigorously and looked at Kang Shicheng who was dressed in black, with some horror in his eyes, "What did you do to me?!"

"It's just a means to speed up the execution of the order, the prince should not take it to heart." The black-robed man stood on the grassland with his head bowed, casually said.

Jiang Muli's eyes were filled with fear.

He never thought that the result of cooperating with Kang Shicheng would be to become a puppet in this person's hands.

However, with the movement of his hand, the steed under him has already taken him to gallop far away.
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Under the dark night sky, the beacon fire from Luo City fluttered at the highest point in the city, forming a bright and warm light.

Seeing the flames soaring into the sky, the messenger who originally occupied a high position and was responsible for lighting the smoke was about to raise a torch to light the tung oil beside him, when a feathered arrow shot over him unexpectedly.

The torch fell to the ground, and the orderly plunged into the huge frying pan, dying.

Nadal's personal soldiers held up the scimitar and killed the watchtower step by step, cleaning up the rest of the guards one by one, moving neatly and quickly.

After the beacon tower here was swept away, Jiang Muli waved his hands and ordered people to go to the next beacon tower...
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It was also a sleepless night in Nadal's royal court.

Leaning Zongyou on the tiger skin pillow, he rubbed the small and exquisite jade pendant in his hand. The name and taboo that belonged exclusively to Prince Daye was engraved on the jade pendant, which made people feel awe.

It was hard to fall asleep, so I summoned Zongyou and put Muzhi into the account.

There was some old fox-like contemplation in his eyes, as if he was weighing the gains and losses at hand.

Seeing Mu Zhi into the tent, he had a fatherly smile on his face, "Mu Zhi is here? It's just right, I have something to tell you about my father."

When Jiang Muzhi saw the jade pendant in Jiang Zongyou's hand, what else did he not understand? !

A smile appeared on the corner of her lips, pretending not to know, "Father is looking for his daughter, why?"

Jiang Zongyou glanced at this daughter, showing some satisfaction on his face, and also a little bit of regret.

Is not a prince after all...

He held up the jade pendant, the white jade was warm and glowing under the candlelight, "Mu Zhi thinks, who should Father Khan help?"

One is Durle, the overlord of the grassland, and the other is the new prince of Daye who is far away in Haojing.

Even if Xiao Yan's hands and eyes are open to the sky, how can he turn the clouds and rains in the Qiang Rong? !

still is……

Before he finished thinking, Muzhi showed a slight smile, "Father Khan already has the answer in his heart, so he asked Muzhi like this, but he wanted to embarrass Muzhi?"

Her words aroused Jiang Zongyou's interest, "Then you should talk about it."

There was some cunning in Jiang Muzhi's eyes, "Although Wan Anshu is the head of the eight royal courts, he only cares about his own royal court's extravagance. Last time they chose to plunder Daye's grain and grass near our Nadal royal court. Isn't it just to blame Du Erle?"

"It's fine if Nadal has no power to resist. Now that Prince Daye has sent another method, how can Father Khan not be tempted?" She also looked at the jade pendant, "If this time Durle If he wins, Father Khan will just continue to obey his orders and complete the forgiveness; if Durle loses, the grassland forces will reshuffle the cards, as long as we help the right people, Father Khan thinks, which royal court can stand shoulder to shoulder with Nadal?"

As if remembering something again, some inexplicable meaning flashed in her eyes, "Father, don't you think that Yan Zichuan sent someone to Nadal just to take a look at my mother? His goal from the beginning to the end was Cui Shijin, And Prince Daye behind her."

These words seemed to wake up the person in the dream, and Zong You stood up immediately!

He walked back and forth on the fine wool felt carpet for a few steps, but in his mind he only thought about Damco's weakness and humbleness over the years.

If Damu made the mistake of turning against Durle at this time, he might have to...

He paused suddenly, and his eyes were never serious before, "Let Nadal's cavalry secretly assist Luocheng, and cut off Durle's retreat if necessary. This matter is confidential. I will sign with you and go to the front line in person. , preach my will."

He lowered his head from the wooden branch, revealing only his neatly combed ponytail, and put one hand forward, his movements were extremely respectful, but his voice revealed a hint of excitement, "Yes!"

(End of this chapter)